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Warning: It's a Bones' story so you know there will be some foul language.
I wanted to try my hand at writing a '5 Times'. It will be a six parter. And because I love Bones!!
5 Times Bones Really Needed a Drink (and 1 time he didn't)
One
James T. Kirk and his side-kick Spock had saved Earth from that crazy bastard Nero and that was the only highlight of the damn day. As for the rest of it, Murphy's Law was the best explanation: 'everything that can go wrong, will.' Every thing had gone to hell in a hand basket after the emergency alert had come in from Vulcan. Not fifteen minutes after they had arrived on the Enterprise as cadets the Med Bay had been blown to hell and the current CMO had died. So, Leonard "Bones" McCoy was now the Chief Medical Officer. Then those crazy Romulans had blown up a whole planet, an act of genocide against Vulcans. That Nero jackass had then turned his attention to Earth after torturing Captain Pike, and that's when all hell broke loose. Some where in the middle of it Jim Kirk had been beaten up at least 3 times, two acts of mutiny, actually spaced-jumped, had been deserted on a planet and then had beamed back onboard mid-warp, of course Bone had been blessedly kept out of the planning of his best friend's suicidal thoughts, not to mention Bones had intervened between Pike and Spock on Kirk's behalf. But some how, like always, Kirk's end result had been worth his snot-nosed attitude. But the day had taken its toll. The Enterprise had sustained heavy casualties, hell Star Fleet had lost nearly half its fleet and with it most of its third and fourth year cadets.
So, you had a cadet who had just cheated on one of the defining Star Fleet tests as Captain, a half-Vulcan who had just lost his home world as Commander, a guy who had practically been a convict by Star Fleet standards as Chief Engineer and a poor county doctor as CMO. If that didn't spell "scrapping the bottom of the barrel", Bones didn't know what did. They were limping back towards Earth without warp speed because that crazy-ass Scot thought he wanted to eject the warp core. Brilliant people had no common sense; well that was at least Bones take on the situation. While the rest of the ship's crew was trying to repair the damage the Enterprise had suffered, Bones was trying to take care of all the wounded on the make-shift Med Bay and keeping his thoughts on only those in front of him. Everyone he encountered had tears in their eyes. So many deaths… Bones stopped that thought before it went even further.
Bones couldn't keep up with the time any more, it was all a blur of surgeries and bandages. He had worked on repairing the damage to Pike's spinal column for twelve hours straight. He had completely repaired any damage in the thoratic spine, but the lumbar had been touch and go. He would live, and for right now that is all Bones could hope for. Once he was out of surgery with Pike, Bones had dealt with all the wounds that had not been labeled stat during the battle. The nurses, especially Chappell, had already treated the minor wounds leaving him only PADDs to sign-off on. They were lifesavers. The Medical staff had seen to everyone's wounds and alleviated most of the patient's pain of the mentioned wounds. The Med Bay was slowly empting out. All biobeds were full of the patients they would keep overnight and some of the patients had been placed on cots in the floor. A fresh shift of nurses had come on and was taking over assignments from their weary counterparts.
At some point during the rush of broken bones and burns, Jim had stopped in to check on Bones before heading to Engineering. Bones had been so glad to see that he was alive and ok that he didn't bother scolding the kid for acting so stupid during the battle. He had hugged the kid tight. Jim had asked Bones to check on the Vulcans, because they actually like Bones. The Vulcan elders were in shock (they might repress their emotions, but a whole planet of people killed kinda took a toll on even the most heartless of bastards) and Bones had given them something to help them sleep. They had been very kind to him and thankful, even by human standards. Once all were settled for their sleep Bones finally took a breath and looked over Med Bay as a whole, not in the little sections he'd been seeing up to that point. It was relatively quiet.
After he was sure no one needed him at that very second and Chappell sending him off to rest, Bones headed to the alternate CMO's office. He briefly thought that he was glad that it wasn't the main office because he would have felt even worse about going into another man's private sanctuary. He sat down in the chair behind the desk. It felt like heaven. His curiosity won over his tired brain and he began opening drawers to see what the desk held. All of the drawers except the bottom one were empty, but the last held the greatest treasure he'd found all damn day. It was a bottle of Brandy, the real shit not that replicated garbage, complete with a glass. Bones really needed a drink, he needed to calm his nerves or he'd never be able to rest. So, he poured him one glass and sipped it. He was not going to get drunk; those people might need him at a moments notice. He sat quietly and let the tears fall down his cheeks. He cried for Vulcan, he cried for all the innocent cadets on all the ships, he cried for the lost crew and he cried for his daughter. His daughter that had he not snuck Jim onboard the Enterprise would have been lost to him. He drank one more glass, because he really, really needed not to think of loosing his precious baby girl.